I can feel my stomach twisting.
I's driving me insane.
All of these cravings,
that I can't tame.
I can feel my heart beat,
it's pounding through my chest.
The butterflies in my stomach,
i'm starting to get depressed.
I want to feed my addiction.
It's starting to scream for more.
So, I do what I do.
I shut the door.
Now I am alone.
I am about to take a ride.
So I light my lighter,
and get ready to fly.
I take a good hit,
my ears are ringing now.
My, that was a good one,
now I have to sit down.
I am starting to shake.
But my addiction says,
take another hit,
and then I did.
Now I'm still alone.
And there is no one there to help.
I sold all of my things,
for something; I can't tell.
I't my little secret.
I do it behind closed doors.
My heart is still pumping.
I want a little more.
It's a never ending battle.
It's never enough.
That's why I decided,
to finally give it up.
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